The above weather factoid brings me to my first instance of insanity that I have encountered since starting my holiday break. On Christmas morning (yes, Christmas morning), I received an email (I guess I should thank my lucky stars that it wasn't a phone call) from The Boss. He was writing to tell me we had received a great deal of rain and the pond on our property had overtaken its banks. The following things were uttered by me (out loud) while I read this email. Number one - no shit Sherlock, I heard it rain all night too. Number two - why the hell were you at The Nuthouse on Christmas day? Number Three - why the frick do I care that the pond has filled up and overtaken its banks. Why, why, why does he feel the need to tell me everything? I took a deep breath and responded to his email (it was Christmas and I was being nice) and said that I would be stopping by the office next week and I am sure the pond will have receded back to its normal banks by then.
That brings us to my trip to The Nuthouse today. When I arrived today, it was at the same time as the mailman. Now, I haven't discussed it, but our mailman is not the most personable person in the world. I thought maybe it was due to the holiday and being so busy, but I am beginning to think he is just a cantankerous bitch all the time. As the mailman exited his vehicle, I said hello and asked what he was doing here. He ignored my question, proceeded to huff at me and hand me a huge pile of mail. I was confused, but thanked him for the mail and reminded him that we are closed until January 4th. He looks at me and sarcastically says that it would have been nice to have been told this information because he has been coming here each day and no one is available to take the mail. I reminded him that we discussed our closure on December 23 and December 24 when he delivered. The angry look he gave me could have stopped a train - he then said that I never told him we were closing. Clearly, I am surrounded by incompetence (I told him not once, but TWO DAYS IN A ROW). Now remember, you never want to piss off a postal carrier - they don't call it going postal for nothing! Instead, I just smiled and sweetly, but with a bit of sarcasm, said that he was right, I probably didn't tell him on Wednesday or Thursday when he delivered, but luckily now he is aware. Then I wished him a Happy New Year and skipped up the walkway to the front door. I swear, I think I heard him talking to himself as he was heading back to his mail truck. I better make sure I am not around in case he comes back.